Our first meeting was quiet. The first year of highschool.
A cold room draped with white walls, filled with about a dozen or more desks. White boards decorated on the front & back of the room, and 1 in the middle, you could see vaguely scribbled formulas.
It hasn't started yet, I was early, and so were you.
I was sitting alone at a desk, my presence as silent and chilling as the room. But this did not stop you or your friend from approaching me with warmth and introducing that into my cold space.
"What's your name?" she asked, as we proceeded to introduce ourselves to eachother. Your friend reassured me to trust friendship in her.
You and I looked at eachother and exchanged a grin.
Oh how I wish you remembered this memory.
But I guess I just placed too much meaning into it... perhaps it was only memorable for me.
YOU ARE READING
I liked you, I like you, and I will like you
Short Story"no matter what I do, it all just keeps coming back to you" I'm writing for my love, or beloved for better term. Who will never see these but I'd like to express my emotions and share these feelings with the world and hopefully make them feel someth...
